"I know I love you because I worry about the stuff only people who love you worry about, like the amount of quality sleep you get a night and how much you drink when you’re sad and whether you’re getting enough vitamin B. I know I love you because I freak out when you’re obviously disintegrating yet too stubborn and too “I’m fine” to actually go to the doctor, even though I do that sort of thing myself."
 Thought catalog

This seems especially apt now that we're both ill. At times like this, I wish I'm in Houston to take care of you and nurse you back to health, and only then will I stop worrying about you. I worry for you way too much, you do too, but maybe that's how it's supposed to be. 

Just want to hug you to sleep and wake up next to you, and everything would be much better.